[Intro]
Don't fuck the beats, bitch
I said don't fuck the beats, bitch. Come on man (stop, stop)

[Verse]
I rep that, Sik World get affiliated
You pussy rappers need stimulated
And you're not dope, you've been manipulated
And you're not sick, you're a healthy patient
Got brass knuckles to snuff anyone that's hating
And you haven't hustled, you just take vacations
You don't know the struggle of days in the basement
You sit on your ass until your life is wasted
You lack the drive and you lack the patience
Please step aside for my world wide invasion
I get dizzy high and strike from the spaceship
I crash drive and go "Super Saiyan" like go
Legitimately sicking, every time when I rap on a track I have an epiphany
Like I spazz when I rap. I don't even know what got into me
Now I'm back with the axe and I'm trying to amp up a killing spree
Sever the head of and emcee claiming to be as ill as me
My lyrically ability silences all of the bickering
I'm a terrible energy, non preventable enemy with an irritable tendency
Killing anyone next to me, give a fuck if you're friends with me
In Hip-Hop, you'll get stomped tryna step in my delivery
Find it ambiguous you would try to counter agility
This intricate shopping on doing is done vigorously raw
I'm everything as powerful as DBZ, bitch I am a God
I got bars like a Cell, and I'm cold like a Frieza. Should I really have to Gohan?
And girls flash me their "Chi Chi's" and it's so Raditz got me dropping my jaw
I could go hot but I'd rather Goku since I'm Cooler than y'all, fuck with me dawg
Nobody wants to hear your little struggle
Oh you couldn't afford a 10 dollar beat
You need to hustle
How you going to flex if you don't got a muscle
You bark on a track I think you need a mussle
You easily get run through, lyrically I gut you
Your dream is for Caitlyn Jenner to come butt fuck you
And you bump "Kidz Bop", how is Hip-Hop going to come through
Old friends like, "Sik Kid, what's up
Man I'm with your girl, I'm getting my nuts sucked"
Didn't care for me but then I got my buzz up
Now I'm killing the rap scene tell me who wants some
And you're not built for rap, you don't get it
I'm not saying to give up, I'm saying be realistic
You half ass the rhymes, everything that you're spitting
You don't have the heart and you lacked the commitment
I'm with it. I blow up like a terrorist act
I severed the raccoon that's on Jarren's hat
I look to God and I know that he be staring back
They bump to my music because they know their's is whack
And to anyone who's trying to go ahead and go diss me at all
It's hard to give up my dreams for those who don't dream at all
(Real)
(Sick World)